Murdered,
under blackened skies.
Bleeding,
from a thousand wounds.
waiting for the silence,
to greet me the final moon.
Shadows start to gather,
embracing my release.
Heading towards,
a journey to the darkside.
a forever rest in peace.

In search of life
I have reached too close to death.

Held captive,
by a silhouette.
A dim light,
Tracing her curves.
Raindrops dripping,
From her lips.
A wet sweetness,
I want to taste.

Walking in the shadows
Of my blackened mind
Lost inside this shallow
Vanity of time